Be Kind To Me My God Poem by Akhtar Jawad

With yellowish teeth, two like that of Dracula,
A monster like Angel with horns like spears,
So many arms like snakes, poison in their bites,
Fire of Hell in two eyes that have no tears,

Standing near the bed of a habitual sinner,
A cruel smile telling here I am for a nightmare,
A sinner running fastest and a fire chasing him,
Faster than the fastest, it will never spare!

The Angel was interrupted by a handsome one.
Getting up or sitting down with a pain of knee,
The sinner always says, "Be Kind to me My God, "
God likes to listen to and loves the scene to see.

Suddenly the scene was changed, another Angel?
To sinner's surprise, a female with scented creams,
When he raised his eyes above the starry skies,
"A fairy for you, wish you a happy sweet dreams! "

Another Angel had overtaken the ugly monster,
"Sorry, you have the changing orders of God,
And I had no alternate but to overtake you,
I am having the standing orders of my Lord! "